this whole new body building fad and all that…i love a toned guy as much as the next girl and i think working out and being healthy is great. but there’s a limit to everything…there’s a line between sexy/hot/athletic/toned/muscular and The Hulk.
I never thought The Hulk was all too cute, to be honest.
I forgot that after all is said and done, we’re all really just quite alone.
"are you happy? with where you are, with your life?"
"i could do with a winning lottery ticket"
"i don’t mean like that. i mean, are you happy? do you like how things are now?"
wisest question anyone has ever asked me. it’s also what keeps me going when i wake up to those days that seem to never end.